Miracle doctor tao yun

"You Taoist friends, you have a great idea. Let's join hands quickly to kill these birds first, and then fight for the ownership of the treasure. How about that?"

The crane feather man screamed, opened his mouth and spat out a strong ghost gas. In a twinkling of an eye, he rushed towards Wu Ming, among whom there were countless ghosts.

But Wu Ming didn't look at it. With a big mouth, he immediately swallowed all these evil spirits and ghosts. He had his own evil flame flowing. No matter how fierce the ghosts were, they all turned into nothingness.

As soon as he fished, the crane feather man couldn't move. He took in his hand directly and squeezed it hard. Suddenly, his body broke into two pieces, and blood gushed all over the ground.

At the same time, the spirit of heaven broke open, and a ghost burst into the sky.

But before he went far away, he was caught by Wu Ming, revealing a concise and incomparable yuan Shen, who was bowing to him: "Tao you, please forgive me, Tao you, please forgive me."

"How can I spare you?"

Wu Ming sneers, spits out the evil flame, and directly kills him.

When others saw this scene, they realized that Wu Ming was strong, but they were also brave and fearless of death. They sacrificed their magic weapons one after another. They saw the evil spirit surging and killing them.

"Just about to see you."

Wu Ming sneered twice. With a wave of his big hand, his sword broke, his sword broke, and his bone stick powdered, but he couldn't hurt him at all.

These treasures have been refined for many years by the people of the left. Now they have been destroyed. One by one, they have been struck by lightning, and they have been injured a lot.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Ming pounces on him directly. Without waiting for the crowd's exclamation, he is entangled by the devil's flame. In a twinkling of an eye, the body is refined and the spirit is ashes.

"Younger martial brother is too good."

Zixia see this scene, no praise.

Qingxia also nodded: "the body of the great wizard is almost immortal, and the flesh is invincible. These leftist people have nothing to hold. Compared with younger martial brothers, the gap is too big."

"Yes, it's a pity I'm not, otherwise I would be so powerful." Zixia looks envious.

At this time, Wu Ming had killed many leftist people, and came with the long bow and sharp arrow: "elder martial sister, these people are so poor that they are useless except for this spiritual treasure."

"It's all left-wing cultivation. There's no treasure. Since my younger martial brother captured this bow and arrow, I think it's predestined relationship with my younger martial brother. Just keep it for yourself." Qingxia road.

Wu Ming shook his head: "I'm not used to bows and arrows. If I have a long gun and a big knife, I can use them. I'd better give them to elder martial sister and elder martial brother."

At the moment, I don't care about it.

Qingxia couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't know how many people have killed this treasure. How can my younger martial brother be so indifferent?"

But then he took it in his hand, and suddenly a thrilling magic sound came from the bow, straight into the sea of knowledge, stirring the spirit of yuan.

Qingxia is also a spiritual treasure. She has a strong foundation, but she is not affected. She recites the mysterious formula silently and calms the spirit of bow and arrow. Chao Zixia and Ye Fan ask, "who are you going to use it?"

"I use it, I use it."

Zixia even busy way, she does not like to fight hard with people, if there is such a treasure can put a cold arrow in the back, it is naturally more appropriate.

"Give it to elder martial sister Zixia, but I don't like bows and arrows." Ye Fandao.

Qingxia nods and knows that what ye fan says is not a lie. He has a mellow temperament, but there is no lack of dexterity. What she likes most is alchemy.

"If you have a suitable treasure later, it's not too late to give it to younger martial brother." Qingxia said and handed the bow and arrow to Zixia.

Zixia happily took it in her hand, silently carried Xuangong, and directly branded it with her own mark. With the bow and arrow, a white light rose to the sky.

Whoosh!

With a sharp roar, the bow and arrow with a long tail disappeared in the sand.

"Come back!"

Zixia a little induction, then called back, the heart is more and more like. The attack power of this treasure is very strong, especially the arrow body with white bone spirit fire, burning soul, very overbearing.

"A piece of Lingbao is in hand. We continue to look for others. We don't know if all others have their own owners." Zixia put away her mourning bow and said happily.

Wu Ming said with a smile, "elder martial sister, you don't have to worry. Even if you fall into other people's hands, it's no big deal. Just grab it."

This is said into the heart of Zixia, smile on the face can not hide, smile: "but also this truth."

"Where are the arrogant people coming from? The flow of Lingbao comes from those who are predestined to get it. Seizing it out of thin air is against heaven. I really don't know how to live or die."

At this time, a cold hum suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

Qingxia, YeFan, Wuming face a change, drink asked: "where the curfew, come out to speak."

"Show up and show up, don't you think I'm afraid of you?"

The voice said, the void suddenly broke, and six figures fell down. Four men and two women were all pretty and beautiful. Their clothes were fluttering and their Qi was rising. They were all upright but not evil."It's the way to practice, but I don't know which one is the disciple. Hum, even we dare to provoke, but we are tired of it."

Zixia's eyes flashed, and she brought all the changes of Qi into her eyes. A sneer appeared on her face.

Qingxia and her heart, aware of her ideas, a glance at the past, let her not impulsive, these well-known but no more than those left-wing, can not kill at will.

The reason why we can't kill them is not that we are not worried about our opponents, but that they are passed on from generation to generation. There are so many disciples and disciples that we can't bear to offend the younger and the older.

"Which family of disciples are you?"

The visitor's eyes were arrogant. He glanced at the four and said impolitely, "didn't your teacher ever teach you to be modest and cautious when you walk outside?"

"Who are you?"

Zixia's face sank and she asked.

The man's face sank: "I'm so brave. I dare to talk to you like this. I'm going to educate you for your school."

He raised his hand and grasped it, but a long sword came out and swept towards the purple haze.

Seeing that the other party dared to do it, Zixia suddenly burst into a rage. With a flash of fire in her eyes, she opened her mouth and vomited, then there was purple fire around her, rolling towards the long sword.

At the same time, she stretched out her hand to grasp it, and the soul bow appeared in her hand. The split soul arrow put on the bow, and directly pulled a full string, aiming at the man.

Bang!

The sword intersects with zihuo. It tears zihuo and goes straight to kill Zixia.

Zixia did not frown. Her eyes were locked. She let go of her arrows. With a whoosh, the sound of sharp whistling resounded through the void, with a strong breath of moving mind.

"No!"

As soon as the man's face changed, he felt that the spirit of the sea was beating violently, as if he was in great danger. How dare he neglect it? He summoned the spirit sword to resist.